"Eh, I'll put it under the tap or something. It'll probably be fine," Felix grunted as he glanced down at the limb in question, like this whole thing had been its fault. He eyed the faucet once the mug was filled, knowing he could get his foot up there with little trouble, but the optics would probably be a little weird. So he turned the sink off, then made his way over to the tub, rolling his pant leg up as he carefully sat down on the edge. "This had better not fuck with me getting up that ladder. If swear to god if I have to sleep on that tiny-ass sofa the first night I get a real bed, I'm gonna fuckin' lose it."
He twisted so he could put his foot under the spray of cold water from the tub faucet, his entire body tensing at the shock of it before he exhaled a ragged raspberry as he recovered, doing his best to shift into a casual lean like it was no big deal as he regarded Lennon in the doorway. "So, how are youuu?"